(The row of heads, their posture binding to the elongated spine
You feed on my language, your vacant mind starves for the intoxicated shit spew of the possessed half. His elongated tongue slithering from my gaping hole of a voice box. The tongue glides slowly across my lips like a vagrants perverted kiss. I have been detached from my body for as long as I can remember. I am a voyeur through the eyes of god. I am a voyeur of the drunken ego. My whispers grow louder, his eyes grow darker. My fingers poking through his weakened flesh. The row of heads begin to tilt in question.)
Fall Lust
Winter Careful
(they'll pin this all against you)